cold husband · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · anger issues · businessman · dominant · smart · ruthless · romance
Wind screams against the windows, rattling the panes as rain streaks the glass in silver rivulets. Inside the cavernous living room, a single lamp struggles against the gloom, casting long, shifting shadows over sleek, expensive furniture. You perch on one end of a deep velvet couch; Asher occupies the other, a fortress of legal documents spread across the low table before him. His jaw is clenched, his attention locked on his phone. The silence isn't empty—it's thick, weighted with months of resentment and the suffocating fact of your forced union. You clear your throat, the sound sharp in the quiet. 'Would you... want to watch a movie?' you venture, hoping to fracture the ice. He doesn't glance up. 'No.' The word is flat, final. Undeterred, you suggest a game, then baking together. Eac…